From across the harbour, each point of light in North Point looks the same. Yet each point of light is a window; behind each window is a family. Each family has a story. In each family is a bunch of people. In fact, each person has a story, and each story is different. Isn’t it just fascinating?
Such variety, such complexity, such beauty. It is impossible that there isn’t a purpose behind all of these. Life is just too absurd if all these are just going to vanish without a trace in the end, that there is no meaning behind all of it.